Looking for Adventure

by Valentina Heart

  I leaned forward, enough to see his face. “Who would be fucking whom?”

  First there was shock and then the mischief. “I’ll leave all the fucking to you, Boss, as long as you make it good.”

  “Over the table, hmm… On your back or on your stomach?” I raised one of my eyebrows slightly in question.

  “How about on my stomach the first time, and later you can flip me over? I’ll go willingly.”

  Oh, the smile on him was pure wickedness. He thought I wouldn’t follow through, that I would change my mind, but he had no idea how bad I wanted him.

  In my mind, only that first time would be at his guidance. That first time was for me to learn, but everything that would surely follow would be according to my wishes. And those I had aplenty.

  We ended up watching a horror movie, some mindless violence that let our minds wander as we embraced on the couch with only a casual kiss or five.

  * * *

  The next morning, we woke up in the same position the afternoon before had found us in. I was spooned behind him, holding him firmly against my chest while my cock was safely cradled between his cheeks.

  I realized he probably had an alarm in his room that woke him before me every morning, because this was the second day in a row that had my eyes opening before his. I kissed his neck, first slowly, then getting rougher the harder my erection got.

  I loved the taste of his skin, and that smooth place always made me horny as hell. It didn’t take him long to wake up to my insistence, and moments later he was moaning.

  “Nino, sweetheart, I want to fuck you,” I whispered directly in his ear, blowing a warm breath there with the last word.

  He shuddered. Either because of my words or because of the breath, I didn’t know, but his words showed me that I managed to accomplish my goal.

  “God, yes. Just give me a minute to prepare.” He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube that wasn’t mine.

  I was about to ask, but he spoke before I managed to utter a word. “I stashed it here just in case. Boy, am I glad now that I did.”

  He moved away from me a bit, enough to create a space between us so that he could reach with his palm between his cheeks. I leaned back, trying unsuccessfully to see what he was doing. If his moans were anything to go by, it felt better than good.

  “I’m ready. Go ahead,” he said as his fingers moved away and his ass pushed out in the approximate direction of my cock.

  The slippery stuff made my cock glide over his hole, and it was all I could do not to come right then and there.

  “Wait!” he said suddenly, causing me to freeze while I still had enough active brain cells.

  “What is it?”

  “We don’t have a condom. I’ve never done it bareback before.” He was stiff beneath me, as if expecting me to be angry at him for some ridiculous reason.

  “I’m clean if that’s what you’re worried about. I had a full physical maybe a week before we came here, and I haven’t had sex in… Well, let’s just say it can be counted in months and not weeks.” And wasn’t that the truth.

  “I had my last test a few months ago, but I haven’t been with anyone since then, and I always use a condom.”

  “How about that guy a couple of weeks ago? You walked away from the bar and disappeared between the trees,” I accused jealously.

  It made him turn and face me. “You never told me why you were so pissed at me that night.”

  I let out a huge breath and turned on my back with my fingers entwined behind my head. I was tempted to lie, but I’d promised him the truth. And even though there were things I couldn’t tell him, he deserved the rest of it.

  “Well, at first I was jealous as shit. I was half-hard all night because of you, and then you disappeared with some guy. Logically I knew I had no right to be jealous, but that didn’t change anything. I still wanted to strangle the guy and drag you home. But after a while, when I couldn’t find you, I started to get really worried. So all the stuff I did tell you that night was true.”

  He was leaning up on his elbow, with his head in his palm, staring at me.

  “I planned on fucking him as we left. I pegged him for gay the minute I saw him. But as we walked to his house, he said he had a boyfriend back home and that he couldn’t fool around even with someone as cute as me. Honestly, I was relieved. Despite all my plans, I don’t think I could have followed through. You were in my every thought even as I talked to him. So we ended up telling each other about the men who’d captured our hearts.”

  “So nothing happened with you two?” I asked, incredulous.

  “Nope. I’m as unfucked as I’ve been for far too long now.”

  He smiled at me.

  “Do you still want me? I’ll go to the store and buy the fucking condoms if necessary.” Desperation was clear in my voice, but I didn’t care.

  “I trust you enough to let you in without one,” he whispered.

  “Are you sure?” I didn’t want him regretting anything he did with me.

  “I’m sure.”

  And he sounded it.

  “Tell me what to do. I don’t want you in pain, at least not unintentionally.” I said it with a smile, which he recognized as the promise it was.

  “Just push in slow at first. I need some time to adjust, and after that, I’m at your mercy.” I felt him shudder again as he turned into the position he’d been in before.

  I slid my hands over his side, palming one of his cheeks for the pure pleasure of it. He was really beautiful, and for a moment, I felt old next to him, like he could do so much better for himself. But the selfish lawyer in me didn’t allow me to dwell on it for too long. I found the tight entrance between Nino’s cheeks, and every thought fled from my mind.

  I pushed slowly at first, fighting for acceptance but being as careful as I could, just like Nino had asked me to be. He was like a vise, squeezing around me almost to the point of pain, but I pushed my way through until there was nothing left except the warmth of him all around me.

  I didn’t pull back before all of me was inside. He squirmed next to me, whimpering quietly, causing me to swell even bigger. Only when the sounds stopped and his ass started moving on my cock did I pull out. Halfway out at first, giving him little by little, and then pushing all of me deep inside every time.

  The heat was too much, the tightness even worse. There wasn’t anything I could compare it to, and the last thing I wanted to do as I fucked him was think.

  His hand sneaked back, and he took hold of my ass, pushing me deeper inside with my every thrust even as he half screamed with my motions.

  I rubbed my cheek against his shoulder before I squeezed my eyes shut and bit the skin there. “Slow down, baby, or I’m gonna go.”

  He did relax a little, but that circular motion of his pelvis was as insistent as it had been at the beginning. His ass pressed against the hairs on my groin, and with the sweat that covered our bodies, it kept making this obscene sucking sound, like a wet sliding with an occasional pop.

  I wanted to last longer, to fuck him so hard he would remember it for years to come, but too much time had passed since the last time I’d felt anything even remotely similar to the heat of his body, and I just knew there was no stopping the incoming tide.

  I pushed my cock deeper inside as I angled his body forward and lifted his thigh a bit. I palmed his erection, pulling at it with that twist at the end I knew he liked. I wanted him as close as I was.

  When he reached that unavoidable moment, he started groaning again, his ass pressing backward, so I wrapped his fingers around his cock and with my other hand I grabbed his hip.

  The pounding was fast and deep, every thrust taking me just that one moment closer to filling his ass with the heat of me. I snapped with my hips against the top of his thighs and ass cheeks, pulling sounds from his throat and giving as good as I got.

  We came together, yelling in that one moment of unlimited pleasure, convulsing around each other
until there was barely any breath left in our lungs and every last drop of seed had found its way out of our bodies.

  I wanted to speak in the aftermath, to tell him how amazing he was, how nothing could compare to the feel of him around me, but I was beyond any coherent words. I stayed in him until my cock slipped out by itself, the softness of it preventing him from gripping it and holding it inside.

  “Turn around, baby. I don’t think I can talk quite yet, but I want to see you.”

  That long body was facing me even before I finished my sentence, his fingers surging into my chest hair and his lips nipping at my throat.

  “Tell me you want to do that again.” He spoke somewhere below my chin, successfully avoiding my eyes.

  “You bet. As soon as I can get it up again, if your body can take it.”

  At that he looked up. “Really?”

  “Yes, really. What, do you think I didn’t like it?”

  “No… Yes… I don’t know. I keep thinking you’ll change your mind, and everything makes me wonder if this particular situation will be the trigger that pushes you away.”

  “I’ve told you already, but I don’t mind repeating it as many times as you need me to. I’m not going anywhere until you tell me to go.” I had gripped his chin with my fingers so that I could force him to see the honesty of what I said on my face.

  “Okay.”

  “Good. Now that that’s settled, what do you want to do today?”

  “Make love to you until I die of exhaustion.” He mumbled it to himself, but I was too close to him not to hear it.

  “Don’t worry, baby; I’m not planning on leaving you dry.”

  “Promise?”

  “If you want to stay in bed the whole day and make love, we will do that. Just say the word.”

  “No. You’re right.” He sighed. “We should experience the joys of the island some more before the summer is over. We can have sex when we get back.” He pushed himself off me and started to get up.

  I took hold of his arms until he looked at me. “You’re not going anywhere without a kiss.”

  He smiled so sweetly, it almost melted my heart, and then he leaned down and took away the very life out of me with those tender lips.

  * * *

  We packed up some sandwiches and suntan lotion and took our bikes to the other shore. It was a short ride this time. The sun was still high in the sky, and small boats rocked on the waves. We found our way in between the houses until we came to a straight trail that led to the top of the hill. It was too steep for biking, so we dismounted our bikes and walked beside them.

  “Why are we heading up there?” I asked, slightly curious but trusting him as always.

  “The view from there is spectacular. It would be a shame not to see it,” he simply said, not taking his eyes off the path.

  “We haven’t been talking much these last couple of days. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?” I was still unsure of the boundaries our relationship had, so I trod lightly, considering his feelings every step of the way.

  “You can ask me anything you want,” he said with a smile and looked at me, his fingers grazing my arm in reassurance.

  “That guy from the other night in the club, he knew you?”

  Something too much like anger crossed his face before he answered. “Yes, he knew me. He’s from the other part of the island. A few years back, I’d been dating one of his friends for a short time, and he couldn’t accept the fact that his friend preferred men. It ruined their friendship, and he never stopped blaming me. It didn’t matter that there were other men in his friend’s life before me and after me. I still remained the biggest culprit for the end of their friendship.”

  “So he decided he could attack you anywhere he saw you? I think I just might hurt him if I see him again.” I could already feel the anger that had almost blinded me that night.

  “Hey, you were amazing that night. I’ve never expected anyone to stand up for me. I’ve always been forced to fight my own battles. I can’t even express how much that meant to me. And the expression on his face was priceless. Thanks for that.” He smiled at me again.

  “I would do it all over again, even without the alcohol.”

  “How do you like it here so far?” he said, changing the subject on me.

  “What kind of a question is that? You know damn well that I’m having the best time of my life.” I looked at him, frowning.

  “Sorry. I know you’re having fun. You’re completely different from the man I met a month ago. You even speak differently.”

  “I’ve changed a lot, haven’t I?” I asked, not really expecting an answer. “Why are you asking me that again? You want to know something else?”

  “No, no. I’m just killing the silence.” But the extreme blush on his face told a different story.

  “You want another reassurance that I’m having fun with you and that I’m not regretting anything, right?” I shot and hit a bull’s-eye.

  “God, you can’t be reading me so good. It’s not fair!” he exclaimed with false anger.

  “I love spending time with you. I love our talks, our walks, and the food you prepare. I love the way you look at me, the way you want me all the time, and I absolutely adore having sex with you.”

  “Thank you,” he mumbled quietly, but I could see that he was pleased.

  By then we’d reached the top of the hill. Before us stood an old stone tower without a roof, its front side partially collapsed. Everywhere around us, high, dried-out grass was rustling in the wind, drowning out the momentary silence between us.

  He was right. Even from where we stood, I could see the sea all around us, the islands in the distance like unmovable giants planted in the distance. There was no shade on our side. The heat was burning through my clothes, and despite the gorgeous view, I felt tired.

  “Can we walk around to the other side of the tower and maybe find some shade?” I asked Nino, who was somewhere deep in his thoughts.

  “Sure. There should be someone here, though. Every summer, they hire people to watch for the fires. Maybe he’s on the other side too.”

  He headed in that direction, and I obediently followed, thirsty, hungry, and overall exhausted by the sun. But there was no one in that blessed patch of shade, just a makeshift wooden bench.

  “That’s weird. Fires are a big threat around here. He shouldn’t have left his post.”

  As Nino kept droning on about that irresponsible someone who should have been there but wasn’t, I just sat down on the bench and leaned my head on the stone behind me. “I think I’m at that point where I would kill for a glass of water.”

  “Wait, I have some water here.” Nino sounded like an angel to my ears in that moment when he snapped from his ranting and unzipped his backpack.

  “I also have some sandwiches.” He started taking them out, but I had eyes only for that bottle of water, which I downed in just a few gulps.

  “Man, you really were thirsty.” Nino stared at me, his backpack gaping open.

  “Told you so.”

  “Do you want something to eat?”

  “No. I’m cool now.” That elicited a smile from him.

  “What? You said it yourself that I’m not talking like the old me anymore.”

  “True. But it’s still fun to hear it.”

  I couldn’t resist that look of joy on his face, so I leaned down for a tender kiss. My intentions were innocent. They really were. But one soft kiss led to another desperate one, and before I knew what hit me, I had him pressed against the stone wall with his shirt halfway up his chest.

  “We can’t do this here,” he gasped.

  “Uh-huh,” I confirmed between kisses but had no intention of stopping.

  I was in that phase most people grow out of in puberty. I wanted sex all the time, no matter the place. There were years of catching up I had to do, and that situation made picking and choosing impossible.

  “God, I want you!” I said just before I flipped him ar
ound and pulled his ass out toward my crotch. “Do you want me?” I asked, breathing hard and praying he said yes.

  “Fuck me! Like this, against the wall! I’ll come just by imagining it.”

  It was enough for me. I pulled down his shorts and grabbed the lube he held between his fingers. I was too far gone to think about its magical appearance; I just coated my fingers with it and pushed two of them deep inside. He gasped, then groaned, moving closer to me with his perfect white ass.

  There was no time for teasing or stalling. In just two moves, I pulled out my fingers and pushed my cock in their place. The sex was rough: his chest scraping against the stone, only his spread-out palms keeping his face from bumping against it with the force of my every thrust; my pelvis slamming against his flesh audibly, my cock forcing its way through warm, tight flesh.

  I spread my palm over his tight belly and brought my hand to his swinging cock, holding it gently to counter the force with which I fucked him. My smooth moves over his erection had him begging in just a few seconds, that sweet voice gasping pleas while his cock unsuccessfully tried to get more friction out of my loose palm.

  When I was close, I gripped him hard, just below his head, and those strong convulsions took over his body as he came with a scream.

  I was right there with him, pumping him full of my seed, when a voice sounded from the other side of the tower.

  “What are you doing over there?” Whoever he was—and I was guessing it was the man who was supposed to be watching for fires—sounded angry as he approached.

  I pulled Nino’s shorts over his ass and tucked myself in mine with an incredible speed I had no idea I still had in me. Then I took three steps to the side and peeked around the corner at the man who was now only a few steps away.

  “He got stung by a bee,” I yelled lamely, hitting myself over the head in my imagination for such an idiotic excuse.

  Nino burst out laughing, still pressed against the stone, completely worn-out.

  “Stop laughing, you ass!” I hissed at him so that the man now almost in front of me didn’t hear.

  “I can’t help it. That was some bee!” The song of his laughter continued so persistently that I couldn’t hold on any longer either and laughed right along with him.